Pooey Pizza-elle wont be joining me tonight, but Radar and his chums are.Will be leaving earlish so I might even TRY going up the hill to stop at the top to meet you guys IF you choose to go this way.
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Pooey Pizza-elle wont be joining me tonight, but Radar and his chums are.Will be leaving earlish so I might even TRY going up the hill to stop at the top to meet you guys IF you choose to go this way.
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Quick wee plug for the time honoured TCWNR organisational protocol here eh?
A bunch of dudes hang around talking shite for half an hour before one of ‘em checks his watch and notices it’s 6:35. A brief exchange of glances establishes the fact that no new leadless fearler has arisen while nobody was looking, and there’s half a dozen simultaneous mutterings denying all executive responsibility. This is, after all a "Cruisy" ride, and such things aught not to be taken lightly, even to the point of occasionally forgetting to breath.
Eventually one of the older and crustier dudes concedes that it wouldn’t actually kill him, (well not actually dead, as such) if a certain destination or route were to be attempted. More mutterings about dodgy roadworks, sunstrike, blardy traffic hurdles and “fookin’ long way home” ensue, along with vague meanderings concerning dinner, the desired components it might ideally contain and appropriate venues for the consumption thereof.
One of the group, (usually a newby, for reasons which will transpire), assuming, (about now) that a decision has not only been reached but that cunningly detailed project management procedures have been instituted and an actual PLAN has been pressed up, troubleshot, corrected, published, appealed, taken to arbitration, completely rewritten and cast in granite, starts his bike. (Yes it does make sense damit).
This throws the complete assembly into panic, jackets are zipped, helmets are fastened, unfastened, swapped for correct ones, gloves retrieved from the pond and wrung out, keys are eventually found maliciously lurking still in ignitions... and eventually a line of idling bikes transpires in the carpark. At this point some shuffling of order in the line occurs, as various participants relieve themselves of any responsibility for absolutely anything to do with the ride whatsoever.
Departure. Typically this happens within several minutes of each other, a fact that has nonetheless not always prevented several riders turning in different directions at each successive opportunity. Eventually a semi-coherent flotilla arrives on the motorway, (sometimes representing a completely different set of riders) all heading in roughly the same direction. At this point the rider on point is the one least able to avoid taking responsibility for the destination, just like real politics really.
Inevitably, the single salient piece of organisational data common to most participants is the “first waypoint”. This is a necessary part of any TCWNR in that it allows the whole process to begin again, with the bonus complication of the likelihood that some erstwhile companion is, in fact, missing. In spite of this the process here is somewhat more refined, with the nescessary utter failure of clear directions to emerge taking a mere 15min.
I urge all TCWNR participants to avoid re-engineering this organisational paradox by attempting to introduce the more usual or conventional methods for managing such events. The traditional anarcic ways are best, the existing non-structure works, delicate sensibilities remain un-trampled, uncertainties are certified, ennui eliminated, rampant actual racing reduced to a sensible minimum, rides are rid, food is et and all other necessities successfully provided for.
Your’s, some old phart.
Pizza tonight is there?
Go soothingly on the grease mud, as there lurks the skid demon
And yet somehow it always works!!!![]()
If you can't cope with the chaos theory as applied to motorcycle rides, then there is always:
http://www.kiwibiker.co.nz/forums/ca...-26&e=1575&c=1
However, it's the 26th, so if you aren't wearing Argyle socks and blue undies and are unable to prove you have had them on all day, you won't be allowed to join in.
If a man is alone in the woods and there isn't a woke Hollywood around to call him racist, is he still white?
haha Ocean that was most funny - specially the gloves in the pond part
I will be there - just a sec whilst i call the boss and retrieve my offer of working late...
$5 bet on takas/tin hutt
1990 Suzuki Bandit GSF 250 for sale 39k kms $3,500
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Brilliant Ocean
Was wondering how the organisation went and that clarified it brilliantly. Might just make it out there tonight. Pretty keen for a wee scoot over the hill.
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'e was there last week and caused everyone to forgot how to count!
Permission from the boss (yes the boss - no other controlling force in my life still, which has a plus side) granted to skip the extra work tonight
I will be there - leaving town very soon .....as .....in. ....now! (Race ya to the basement garage!)
1990 Suzuki Bandit GSF 250 for sale 39k kms $3,500
Trust me ... that road is kinda shit tonight .... stones smashing all over my wee car![]()
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